DISCLAIMER: Trigun and its characters belong to Yasuhiro Nightow.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: While wrestling with what I think of as the BDSS (Big Damn Story, Sir - aka Between Devil and Demon) as I throw up my hands in surrender, stop trying to make it perfect, and settle for just trying to finish and edit the current chapter for publication, I find myself doing some spring cleaning. And so I do believe I will make a little series of some ficlets I have just lazing about, plus some too-short one-shots I've already posted so I can take them down. This will be ongoing and probably sporadic, deal with it.

Feathers

Meryl sighed to herself, looking at Vash's side of the bed.

She'd long ago given up on trying to convince him to neaten up daily.

Still, there was a benefit. She hummed to herself as she swept the loose feathers from the bed into a casing that, once full, would be made into a new pillow.

Every day seemed like an exercise in finding ways to make lemonade from lemons. But, Meryl thought to herself with a smile, she wouldn't trade anything for her life with Vash.